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Looking at Lin Chuan with her red, rabbit-like eyes, she asked, "Really?"
"Of course!"
With a faint smile and a nod, Lin Chuan then pretended to recite a passage from the Bible, lightly tapping the forehead with his right index finger.
Instantly, Benxiang Lan heard an extremely shrill howl coming from beside his ear.
The little girl, who had never experienced anything like this before, was so frightened that she almost wet her panties.
Fortunately, she didn't show that pathetic side in front of her favorite older brother.
As the scream subsided, Hongo Ran clearly felt much lighter.
"Onii-chan, is this okay?"
"Of course not!"
"Xiao Lan was plagued by the curse for so long. Although the curse has been removed, it has left a lot of negative energy in Xiao Lan's body."
"If it is not dispelled as soon as possible, it may cause a serious illness at best, and at worst, it may leave some sequelae."
"For example, drooling involuntarily, and occasional twitching..."
Hearing about the various aftereffects, the little girl was instantly terrified.
If it really turned out that way, she would rather die.
The next moment, it was like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.
Hongo Ran clung tightly to Lin Chuan's arm, her face pleading, "Onii-chan, you must have a way, right?"
"Please help Xiaolan, Xiaolan doesn't want to become like that."
Meeting that pleading gaze, Lin Chuan's expression changed several times.
After a moment, he sighed, "I do have a way, but it requires Xiao Lan's cooperation."
"To dispel negative energy, you need positive energy."
"I have this, but..."
A moment later, Lin Chuan finished explaining the method to dispel negative energy.
Hongo Ran's originally pale face turned crimson, like blood.
I felt shame and joy, but no resistance.
Even if the other party was lying to her, she accepted it.
If this could help me realize my long-awaited wish, I would be overjoyed.
Thinking this, the little girl buried her head deep into her not-so-abundant assets and whispered in a voice barely above a whisper, "If... if it's Onii-chan, then it's okay."
"Alright! Let's start the patrol now."
“Every second of the night, that negative energy could cause irreparable damage to Xiao Lan’s body.”
Upon hearing this, Benxiang Lan's already rosy earlobes became as dazzling as agate.
The little head nodded almost imperceptibly a few times.
Looking at its adorable and endearing appearance, Lin Chuan smiled faintly.
Then he began instructing the little girl, getting her to cooperate with the exorcism ritual...
After an unknown amount of time, the most stubborn negative energy was successfully dispelled.
Full of positive energy, Benxiang Lan felt as if she were soaking in a hot spring, feeling warm all over.
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating her skin, which resembled exquisitely carved mutton-fat jade, adding to her ethereal beauty...
Chapter 747 The Alluring Flower Guardian Qin Shi
Inside the boardroom, Benxiang Lan, brimming with positive energy, tidied everything up.
With her big, watery eyes wide open, she looked at Lin Chuan expectantly: "Onii-chan, if I get cursed again in the future, can I still come to you?"
A faint smile played at the corners of her lips as she gently patted the little head a few times with her right hand.
Lin Chuan, with his innate affinity for all things fully activated, said softly, "Of course!"
"From now on, I'll entrust Xiao Lan's safety to Onii-chan."
Upon hearing this, Benxiang Lan felt as if she had eaten a piece of honey, a sweet feeling spreading through her heart.
A pair of beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows gradually curved into crescent moons.
Next, after feeding Lin Chuan his bento box.
The little girl drank the healing potion to consolidate the effects, and then, like a nimble little deer, she walked away with joyful steps.
Looking at his retreating figure, a hint of doting affection flashed in Lin Chuan's eyes.
After all, it's really hard not to like such an adorable and cute little girl.
Then, he stretched out a big yawn.
Feeling refreshed, he went to the PE teacher's office.
Looking at Haruhara Ikumi, who was bent over writing a lesson plan at the table, I scanned her up and down, admiring her hourglass figure that made her black and white sportswear fit perfectly.
In his eyes, a fleeting, burning intensity vanished...
The following day, in the teachers' office at Fujiyanagi Academy in Nara City.
Risako Kashima, dressed in a sharp red suit, sat at her workstation.
Her fair, delicate hand cradled her cheek, her eyes filled with longing.
I missed Lin Chuan so much during the 23 hours and 12 minutes we were apart!
Just then, Risako Kashima suddenly felt her pet being attacked.
Instinctively, she wanted to scream.
But then, a soft, seductive whisper suddenly rang in her ear.
"Risako, I think you've returned physically, but your soul is still in Kyoto~"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Risako Kashima's words, which were already on the tip of her tongue, suddenly stopped.
A light flush appeared on her cheeks.
Turning my head, I saw a stunningly beautiful face full of charm.
Who else could it be but Matsubara Miria, with whom she had jointly performed several farewell ceremonies?
The next moment, they felt the protests coming from capital.
Risako Kashima parted her lips slightly, speaking softly and coquettishly: "You're so annoying, Milia always makes fun of me."
"Don't you miss Lin Chuan-jun?"
When questioned, Matsubara Miria's beautiful eyes sparkled with tears.
How could you not want to?
Last night, the moment she closed her eyes, all she could think about was that scoundrel's voice and smile.
If she could, Matsubara Miria would love to have the other party come over right now to collect the local specialties.
Let Lin Chuan know just how generous she really is, so he won't keep calling her stingy.
However, though they may have these thoughts, they cannot show them on the surface.
With an even more playful smile, Matsubara Milia gently cupped her hands and said, "Why would I want to think about him? I'm not his girlfriend."
"But Risako, your two darlings..."
Hearing those embarrassing words, Risako Kashima's face flushed even more.
"Ugh, I think it's Milia who's thinking."
With a coquettish cry, she launched a counterattack.
Gradually, bursts of laughter and cheerful chatter filled the office.
Little did they know, the person they longed for had already arrived at Tengliu Academy.
Inside the principal's office, a few strands of gray hair were mixed with black hair, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on his nose.
The principal is nearly 40 years old, but his appearance still scores over 80 points.
Looking at Lin Chuan in front of her, a gentle smile appeared on her face: "Thank you very much, President Lin Chuan, for investing in our Tengliu Academy."
"With your funding, our college will be able to hire more excellent teachers and provide students with a better education."
"Principal, you're too kind! I also have high hopes for your school's future..."
A moment later, just as the two were exchanging pleasantries, there was a knock on the door.
Meeting the questioning gaze of the chubby principal, Lin Chuan smiled and said, "Principal, you can go ahead with your work. We can talk later."
Upon hearing this, the principal apologized to Lin Chuan and said gently, "Please come in."
As the sound faded, the tightly closed door was opened.
The next moment, a slender figure slowly walked in.
She wore a white long-sleeved top with a red tie, a black striped pencil skirt and black stockings, and her long, fiery red hair was braided and hung down her back.
Her eyebrows were like kingfisher feathers, and her lips were like painted vermilion.
Her nose was small and delicate, and her eyes were a deep blue, like gemstones.
Her delicate, flawless skin shimmered faintly in the sunlight.
Her slender waist was so thin that it could be held in one hand, and she was bearing a burden that she shouldn't have to bear at her age.
Her ample assets, only slightly inferior to those of Matsubara Miria, supported the white long sleeves in a stunningly beautiful arc.
Her two long legs, each nearly a meter long, were perfectly proportioned, neither too muscular nor too thin.
The shape of the moon behind him is so perfect, it seems like a masterpiece of God.